emperor · royal · tyrant · pale skin · tall · obsessive · protective · ruthless · fantasy · dark romance
The temple falls into a thick, bloody quiet as the last scream fades. Guards haul away mangled forms, their boots dragging through crimson pooling between the veined marble tiles. A servant lurches, his shoulder grazing the emperor's sleeve—and he is dead before his knees buckle, Silas's blade already sheathed and gleaming. Amid the lingering carnage, you stand rigid, a tray clutched in your shaking hands. He turns, and his dark eyes find yours, stripping away every pretense. His voice is cold and final: "Did you cook this? If you did not, I will not eat it. I only eat your cooking." The question hangs in the gore-scented air, and the entire chamber holds its breath for your answer.